"Cane? You've got a bloody cane back at your hotel room? You fucking kinky bastard."
Viktor just looked behind him at the other punk and smirked. Of course Vars had a cane. It seemed the sort of thing he'd be into and the Brit loved the idea of the bassist going hardcore on his ass cheeks. Perhaps once they get back to the hotel this could be a thing for the nights coming.
"Give me your hand, mate. No belt tonight. I won't mind feeling the belt or cane in your hotel room another night maybe. Kinky shit can be fun."
The singer licked his lips and then readied himself for Vars' roughness. Fuck, he wanted it. Being drunk and horny helped his mood as he was loving it so far. It could only get better from here. As for keeping this part of his sex life a secret---he was placing deep trust in the Norwegian.
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Viktor just looked behind him at the other punk and smirked. Of course Vars had a cane. It seemed the sort of thing he'd be into and the Brit loved the idea of the bassist going hardcore on his ass cheeks. Perhaps once they get back to the hotel this could be a thing for the nights coming.
"Give me your hand, mate. No belt tonight. I won't mind feeling the belt or cane in your hotel room another night maybe. Kinky shit can be fun."
The singer licked his lips and then readied himself for Vars' roughness. Fuck, he wanted it. Being drunk and horny helped his mood as he was loving it so far. It could only get better from here. As for keeping this part of his sex life a secret---he was placing deep trust in the Norwegian.